Outside, with powerblocks in my hands, German volumetrics on my mind, and Pandora in my ear, I notice: trees, grass, weeds – all around me – are adding mass, stretching upwards in an endless sun salutation, growing their protean bodyminds.
Life is a thinking, feeling, sensing muscle.
No life without growth (or change) of some kind.
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